like."

The freckle-faced child looked her over curiously. "What do you say
that for?" she demanded. "You don't like me. I ain't pretty. And
you're pretty--and that other girl," (she said this rather grudgingly)
"even if you do wear overalls."

"Why! I want to help you," said Jessie, somewhat startled by the
strange girl's downright way of speaking.

"You got a job for me up here?" asked Henrietta promptly. "I guess I'd
rather work for you than for the Foleys."

"Don't the Foleys treat you kindly?" Amy ventured, really feeling an
interest in the strange child.

"Guess she treats me as kind as a lady can when she's got six kids
and a man that drinks," Henrietta said with weariness. "But I'd like
to wear better clo'es. I wouldn't mind even wearing them overall
things while I worked if I had better to wear other times."

She looked down at her faded gingham, the patched stockings, the
broken shoes. She wore no hat. Really, she was a miserable-looking
little thing, and the four more fortunate young people all considered
this fact silently as Henrietta moved slowly away and went down the
path to the street.

"Come and see me again, Henrietta!" Jessie called after her.

The freckled child nodded. But she did not look around. Darry said
rather soberly:

"Too bad about the kid. We ought to do something for her."

"To begin with, a good, soapy bath," said his sister, vigorously, but
not unkindly.

"She's the limit," chuckled Burd. "Hen is some bird, I'll say!"

"I wonder----" began Jessie, but Amy broke in with:

"To think of her hunting up and down the boulevard for her cousin. And
she didn't even tell us what Bertha looked like or how old she is, or
anything. My!"

"I wonder if we ought not to have asked her for more particulars,"
murmured Jessie. "It is strange we should hear of another girl that
had run away----"

But the others paid no attention at the moment to what Jessie was
saying. It was plain that Amy did not at all comprehend what her chum
considered. The lively one had forgotten altogether about the unknown
girl she and Jessie had seen borne away in the big French car.

SOMETHING COMING

CHAPTER VI

SOMETHING COMING

That afternoon Mr. Norwood brought home the radio receiving set in the
automobile. The two girls, with a very little help, but a plethora of
suggestion from Darry and Burd, proceeded to establish the set on a
table in Jessie's room, and attach the lead-in wire and